I miss having English. 
Will I one day hear the sound
Of the lone lark that cries?
In the silence of my soul
I hear the roaring stillness
Will I one day see the wings
Which exalt power and eloquence?
The wind that blows constantly
Blows in my eyes and makes me blind
There is no darkness whereon I stand
Upon the ground in an open field
I look up and reach towards the skies
That forever lies beyond my grasp